Is it just me, or is everyone else in the world ridiculously glad March is over?
That was one hell of a nasty month. Some highlights, for sure. But I think it's going to take all of April for me to truly recover.
Moving on . . .
During my junior year of high school I was on the debate team. I freakin' loved it. Our topic was immigration and my cross-x partner and I argued some ridiculous idea about letting in all the old Soviet nuclear scientists. We were saving the world from WW III!. I got to throw words like oblivion around as if I actually knew something other people didn't. I'm pretty sure my coach hated us, but we won pretty regularly. And when we were on the negative, look out. There wasn't anything I was better at than poking holes in someone else's logic. Unless it was word problems. Yeah, maybe I was better at word problems. Fully aware that I was something of a nerd. But, thanks.
Senior year was supposed to be more of the same. My partner had graduated, but I'd secured another. I was no longer designated a novice. I was ready. The topic came out and at first I was totally on board. My new partner and I actually started researching during the summer and we were pumped. Yes, still aware of the nerd factor. Again, thanks.
Debate quickly lost it's thrill however. And most of the blame lay with our topic. It just wasn't fun. And there weren't any good answers or solutions. So, I quit. Several weeks in, I said no to Debate and secured myself a lazy study hall instead. Best decision I made that fall by far.
The topic of that 95/96 debate year?
Health care.
God. I wish study hall was still an option.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
blog soup
am blogging soundtrack: Ingrid Michaelson's Girls and Boys am blogging moods: selfish and content am blogging attire: xl pink pj pants am blogging sustenance: super fat CM blueberry muffin and super tasty Mighty Leaf Organic Breakfast
It totally figures that the first morning in forever that I have the undeniable right to sleep in, my internal alarm clock went off just a little before 530. Damn Circadian rhythms.
Good news: I'm a rebel and I just turned over and went right back to sleep. 2 hours later . . .
So, as might have been gleaned from last night's post, I am well on my way to being a home owner. The house is beautiful and obviously meant to be mine. It was built in 1929, has a rock hard foundation, a few original galvanized steel pipes mixed in with updates, stunning hard wood floors, and a real (ie creepy) attic. I'm in love:)
Confession: I love singing Karaoke to The Way I Am and think I'll start trying harder to learn it on my mom's baritone ukulele.
Today my favorite patient is set to go home on Hospice. Yesterday I told him and his wife goodbye since I wasn't going to be there this morning. I told them it had been an honor to care for him and they told me it had been their blessing. Tears all around. They wished me luck with my young man and as I was leaving the room Mr Dignity added this with wet and shiny eyes: Does he cry? Never trust a man who doesn't have the ability to cry. You deserve better than that.
FYI: It turns out that the word anything isn't quite as empty as I thought.
Just a little bit of random everything thrown into a big copper pot.
Happy Monday:)
It totally figures that the first morning in forever that I have the undeniable right to sleep in, my internal alarm clock went off just a little before 530. Damn Circadian rhythms.
Good news: I'm a rebel and I just turned over and went right back to sleep. 2 hours later . . .
So, as might have been gleaned from last night's post, I am well on my way to being a home owner. The house is beautiful and obviously meant to be mine. It was built in 1929, has a rock hard foundation, a few original galvanized steel pipes mixed in with updates, stunning hard wood floors, and a real (ie creepy) attic. I'm in love:)
Confession: I love singing Karaoke to The Way I Am and think I'll start trying harder to learn it on my mom's baritone ukulele.
Today my favorite patient is set to go home on Hospice. Yesterday I told him and his wife goodbye since I wasn't going to be there this morning. I told them it had been an honor to care for him and they told me it had been their blessing. Tears all around. They wished me luck with my young man and as I was leaving the room Mr Dignity added this with wet and shiny eyes: Does he cry? Never trust a man who doesn't have the ability to cry. You deserve better than that.
FYI: It turns out that the word anything isn't quite as empty as I thought.
Just a little bit of random everything thrown into a big copper pot.
Happy Monday:)
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
full like a baked potato
Today was a happy day.
Considering I woke up at 520 to be at work by six and saw 27 not-always-the-most-appreciative patients, that's saying a lot.
A nap post work. Arrival of Clayton. The gift of a book. Sunshine. Vintage clothing shopping for upcoming themed Supper Club. Truffle cheese bread and a beer at Eno's. Really decent latte at a new coffee shop in my hood. Nap number two. Brief and unsuccessful, but still somehow satisfying, social attempt at the Belmont. A plan B that led us to Central Market and delicious hummus. A full belly, a sweet boy, and the promise of a good night's sleep.
Yep. Pretty happy day.
It's just that they've been in sort of short supply lately. So I thought I'd better document it for posterity sake. I know. It's only a snapshot. But the thing is, this one might actually be frame-worthy.
Considering I woke up at 520 to be at work by six and saw 27 not-always-the-most-appreciative patients, that's saying a lot.
A nap post work. Arrival of Clayton. The gift of a book. Sunshine. Vintage clothing shopping for upcoming themed Supper Club. Truffle cheese bread and a beer at Eno's. Really decent latte at a new coffee shop in my hood. Nap number two. Brief and unsuccessful, but still somehow satisfying, social attempt at the Belmont. A plan B that led us to Central Market and delicious hummus. A full belly, a sweet boy, and the promise of a good night's sleep.
Yep. Pretty happy day.
It's just that they've been in sort of short supply lately. So I thought I'd better document it for posterity sake. I know. It's only a snapshot. But the thing is, this one might actually be frame-worthy.
Friday, March 26, 2010
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